A Friend is Someone Who Likes You<\/a>, by Joan Walsh Anglund? She was right. Okay, I can hear you saying those people online aren\u2019t really my friends. But Facebook brings new meaning to the words \u2018friend\u2019 and \u2018likes.\u2019 I got 83 likes from that single plea. On my birthday I got close to 200 birthday greetings. Strangers have stopped me in the gym saying, \u201cWe\u2019re friends. On Facebook.\u201d And because of all this attention I\u2019m feeling warm and fuzzy as my dog.<\/p>\nThe days may be dark and short. It may get stormy, with winds gusting fifty miles an hour and weather advisories warning to stay home and keep off the roads. Black ice. Temperatures and chill factors dropping below zero. Blizzards. Advancing polar fronts. Pipes in the house may freeze and burst. If the birds can thrive in this, so can I. I\u2019ll cuddle up with the dog and a mug of cocoa, and go to Facebook where friends hang out at any hour of the day or night. Together, with all the likes and virtual hugs, we\u2019re gonna make this winter great.<\/p>\n
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At seven o\u2019clock in the morning, in the small woods next to my house, there was birdsong. Three different calls: melodious chirping, shrill cheep-cheeping, and clucking. Sweet welcoming sounds. Enticed by the opportunity to talk to someone other than my self or my dog, I called out to the birds, \u201cHey! It\u2019s January. It\u2019s a freezing polar vortex. What are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n